My sons last night observed I appeared to be spending almost 10% of my time cycling, including sleep time, and asked me if this was an optimal life balance.
Now that it is put in those terms, it does seem a little……
A few fleeting doubts did cross my mind about the wisdom and necessity of getting up at 4:20am, to commute to the city via Parramatta, using a MTB.
However, Pink Stratos soon set me straight – she implied that if I took a softer option, such as the Fluffer, I’d be in breach of rule no 5.
But once evicted, I discovered the morning wasn’t quite as chill as I’d been expecting, and began the 20 min ride from my place to the start at the top of kissing point rd.
Soon I was hurtling down the hill towards Brown’s waterhole, with Bam-Bam, Norman and… er..…damn, I wish I was better with names, your face, clothing and bicycle is clear in my mind. Sorry about that.
I’d not done any of this ride before, so it was all new to me, and what a treat!
The early track is a bit rough in places but not excessively so, has great rock steps to ride up and down, almost all friendly but fun
It didn’t take long before I was fully warmed up- temperature just right for this exertion level.
Several creek crossings – after I’d got one damp foot, I remembered that setting pedals at 3 and 9 o’clock is best for these.
A set of planks resting on mud and water, pick the wide plank, be confident, don’t think too much – hope the wheel doesn’t slide off cos that mud looks deep – phew.
One fabulous bit of singletrack weaves through trees, with a series of rocks forming upward steps – pick the line, low gear, high revs, flick the wheel – I could just manage to ride up most of them, great fun.
A couple of small drops look like cliffs as I approach in the dark, my dual lights just revealing a blind horizon line.
No pressure here, just hop off, walk through, and jump back on.
Looking from the other side I see a set of rocks on the other side that act as a ramp – so that’s how Bam-Bam did it.
That leaves something for a next time – hard to sort out on first encounter.
Peering through the trees round a corner – big tree trunk on the ground, how did Bam Bam jump over that so quickly and silently?
Another corner, and I’m riding past it – oh, it has been cut away where it crossed the path, that’s why – no jump needed.
Other bits of track are really smooth, saplings either side brushing ones shoulders, keep a good line, following the twists and turns, Cresta run without the banking.
Bizarre, this was like someone’s garden path, not a route to the city.
Another part had boulders set in a zigzag like pattern in the path, with small gaps to thread to get past – like a slalom, low speed manoeuvring skills essential.
Back onto concrete bike paths, as it starts to get light – beautiful parkland, and loads of waterside stuff, I wonder where we are?.
Eventually across the Anzac bridge, for coffee at the Google café.
A gorgeous ride, entirely as promised, ably led by Bam Bam (how does he remember all those turns)
And a first – I didn’t fall off, not even once!
Blue Stratos